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Shackled as a hostage of the faith

Mother Lilith guard over the burning

Widdershins we curse them

Widdershins we cast to make them pay

Sword of Moses feeds hypocrisy

Impotent, the beckon at the wall

Misbegotten heroes

Widdershins, we cast by Lilith’s way

(Speech)

Broken bowls in spiral script

Not false, nor folly

These are the mystical tongues of the old gods

I will not lie below

Countering, we mean to undo you

Flying overhead when you’re asleep

Widdershins we bind your tongue

Widdershins we travel from the Deep